On this day
half way between the shortest day/longest night
and the spring day of equal light and dark,
we stand half way through winter
with thoughts of Spring,
of seeds waiting,
of animals waking,
of warming days,
of Spring.
Just as each moon wanes to dark
so too the annual cycle grows more still and silent
as the winter solstice approaches;
and just as every moon waxes to fullness
each day is counted
with a moment or two added
between sunrise and its setting,
the year grows and all of us with it
until the fruition of full summer.
So there is no more fitting day
to start a journey,
whether in the planting of a seed
or the planning of a life,
on a day when the barest of the earth
stirs gently,
and hopes for bounty are laid out
with plans for a rich harvest,
when the season draws to an end.